One Hundred and Ninety-Three. Invincible Yan Zhaoge!

One green and one red gold, two spirit swords clashed in midair.

Yan Zhaoge swung out a sword, and in the artistic conception of the move, there was a vague scene of chaos breaking down and the universe reopening.

Like the end of everything and the beginning of everything.

Wherever the sword light reached, the sword light of the golden flame flashing in the sky of Zhao Hao Xinghuo suddenly disappeared.

The Fen Hua Sword in Zhao Hao's hand, the aura of the sword light was instantly suppressed by the Spirit Sword Bilong, and it became bleak.

Yan Zhaoge's terrifying sword intent, all the way up, cut Zhao Hao himself.

There was a slightly stunned expression on Zhao Hao's face. He only felt that Yan Zhaoge's blade contained a great terrifying power that could destroy all things.

His Astral Qi Sword Intent was completely disintegrated and it was difficult to resist.

"The Tongtian Association has never seen him use his sword to the end..." Zhao Hao could feel Yan Zhaoge's weakness at the moment, and it was even difficult for him to release his qi.

At the level of cultivation, Yan Zhaoge at the moment couldn't have an advantage.

If we talk about the vision and insight brought by the higher realm, Zhao Hao was a martial sage in his last life, how could he suffer in this regard?

However, there is no reason, no reason, at this moment, he is simply defeated!

Zhao Hao shouted loudly, "Eat the ground!"

With a flip of his palm, a small, inconspicuous little pill furnace suddenly appeared in pure black.

There is no breath coming out of this pill furnace, and there is not the slightest flash of inspiration, and there is no unique power fluctuation.

It's like an ordinary thing.

But Yan Zhaoge pointed his sword on the small black elixir stove, and the power contained in the sword's edge disappeared in an instant like a buffalo plunging into the sea.

The low-grade Lingbing Spirit Sword Bilong stabbed on the surface of the pill furnace, leaving no traces on the pill furnace at all.

Yan Zhaoge narrowed his eyes, but his movements did not delay at all. Immediately hit it again!

Zhao Hao held the pill furnace, as if holding a shield, moving to resist Yan Zhaoge's attack.

Yan Zhaoge raised his eyebrows, "I can't move it.

Can only rely on the magic of the treasure itself to act as a resistance? "

He hit Zhao Hao's palm. Immediately changed direction, subtle moves unfolded, and palm shadows shrouded the past.

Zhao Hao swung back with his sword: "Yan Zhaoge, I will kill you today!"

The golden tower collapsed, the red light gate disappeared, and the great formation supporting the Demon Domain suddenly reversed.

The world of red light that everyone was in gradually disintegrated, the black demonic energy above the head suddenly stagnated, and then quickly dissipated!

One black and one red. Two sacred mountains like pillars of the sky appeared again above Yan Zhaoge's head.

Elder Mo's angry roar sounded from the black body: "Yan's child, you are courting death!"

The majestic mountain peaks fell directly at Yan Zhaoge.

The light in front of Yan Zhaoge's eyes suddenly dimmed, and the black shadow above his head grew bigger and bigger, obscuring the sky and the sun.

The terrifying aura almost paralyzed his entire body and made him unable to move.

"Take care of yourself first." Yan Zhaoge smiled indifferently without changing his face.

The great formation of the demon domain reversed, and after the demonic energy dissipated, it began to frantically pour into the bodies of the fallen demons.

The fallen demon warrior, who was originally boosted by the magic energy, was not only unable to enjoy the power of the bonus at this moment. The rapidly reversing demonic energy, instead, formed a huge threat, violently impacting their bodies!

The black divine mountain originally pressed down on Yan Zhaoge. But at this moment, it shook violently, like a landslide.

The huge talisman formation that set off the black sacred mountain was also unstable at this time and began to shatter continuously!

One after another, the runes and spells disappeared, turned into streamers, and scattered in the air.

Elder Mo roared: "Little thief!"

At the same time, the red sacred mountain transformed by the power of Shanshi Weng's fist intent slammed into the black sacred mountain!

The already crumbling black sacred mountain suddenly began to crumble and shatter!

Elder Mo recoiled for the large formation of demonic energy. Shan Shiweng, who was originally held down by him, suddenly surpassed Elder Mo in power!

The tide of battle suddenly reversed.

The black sacred mountain and the black rune array shattered together. Elder Mo's manic and unwilling face was revealed, with a pair of golden eyes. Staring at the red sacred mountain in front of him, and then staring at Yan Zhaoge below, blood flashed wildly in his pupils, and his anger was overwhelming.

But Shan Shiweng's power was unforgiving, and the red body transformed by fist intent was knocked down again, causing Elder Mo's blood to spurt wildly!

Elder Mo roared in anger, and his body was connected to one after another of slender chains made of black light and shadow runes.

The slender chains formed by the demonic energy rolled backwards and rushed towards his body, causing Elder Mo to spit out another mouthful of blood!

And Shan Shiweng's attack did not give him the slightest chance to counterattack, and hit again!

"Children of the Yan family, you will not end well!" Elder Mo knew that it was impossible for him to escape, and in the roar, he completely abandoned Shanshi Weng, and he must rise up to the last strength to kill Yan Zhaoge and vent his hatred. .

But the black rune chains that rolled up on his body overwhelmed his already seriously injured body, and his flesh and blood violently roared.

Elder Mo's figure stagnated in the air, and Shan Shiweng's attack had already caught up with him!

There was a loud "bang" sound, as if the sound of Wan Zai Xuanyan's complete shattering and shattering came.

When Elder Mo's life came to an end, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he was completely shattered with a fistful of qi.

He couldn't rest his eyes, and stared at Yan Zhaoge: "...The old man is unwilling!"

An old-fashioned grand master has fallen!

The violent vitality in the sky dissipated, rolling up the boundless wind and clouds, and the people below were also unstable.

Ye Chongzhou, Zhang Yao, and the others, who stood up with difficulty, all stumbled again.

Yan Zhaoge suffered the impact of the air current, like a boat in the wind, but his hands were as steady as a rock!

A sword stabbed at Zhao Hao, and Zhao Hao fought back with the Fen Hua Sword.

With Yan Zhaoge's empty hand, he punched Zhao Hao with a punch. Chaos was shattered, and the terrifying power conception like the universe reopened appeared again!

Facing Yan Zhaoge's iron fist, Zhao Hao looked cold and hot, holding up the small black incense burner to resist Yan Zhaoge's attack.

But when Yan Zhaoge's fist touched the small black incense burner, the shattering power suddenly calmed down, and everything became silent.

It seems that the process of reopening the universe has temporarily terminated, and everything has returned to chaos.

No yin, no yang, no front and no back, no beginning and no end, ignorance and no perception.

Zhao Hao's expression changed slightly.

Yan Zhaoge's face was expressionless, the move on his hand suddenly changed, his five fingers spread out and grabbed towards Zhao Hao's wrist!

Zhao Hao is extremely experienced, and his reaction is even quicker. At the same time that Yan Zhaoge changed his moves, his hand holding the small incense burner suddenly increased, and the back of his hand was like a sledgehammer, smashing at Yan Zhaoge's arm.

However, it is the Martial Dao of the Cangmang Mountains, and it is a heaven-shattering hammer!

Yan Zhaoge's eyes were like electricity, he quickly regained his breath and exerted his strength again!

Thunder with a flick of the finger!

Spreading his five fingers, they suddenly blended together, and brushed lightly on Zhao Hao's wrist, as if he were waving a lute.

But Zhao Hao's arm trembled like an electric shock.

Zhao Hao's hand could no longer hold the small incense burner.

Before he could deal with it, in Yan Zhaoge's other hand, the spirit sword Jade Dragon roared out, and the terrifying force that shattered the chaos slashed at Zhao Hao again!

"Yan Zhaoge!"

In the unwilling roar, Zhao Hao's neck froze!

Then, a shattering sword intent spread from the wound on his neck to his entire body, tearing his entire body to pieces!

Flesh, broken!

Muscles, broken!

Soul, broken!

Everything, broken!

Yan Zhaoge's expression was cold and indifferent: "It's the second time, and now I feel like it's no big deal?" (To be continued.)